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I tried it once—sex-dating, not dope—swear! Met this chick, profile said “fun vibes only.” Great Scott, what a lie! She shows up, talks nonstop bout her ex—45 minutes! I’m like, “Ass to ass!”—not happenin, lady! Made me mad as hell—wasted my night! But then, flip side—met this other gal, total babe. Sparks flyin, we’re laughin, vibin—happy as a pig in shit! Hooked up, no regrets—felt like I won the lotto.

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So, I roll into the shop on High Street, right? It’s a typical Tuesday, or so I thought. The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m ready to snip some hair. But nah, not today. First customer walks in, and it’s old Mr. Jenkins. Bless him, but he’s got more stories than hair. He starts rambling about the good ol’ days on Cardiff Road. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, I get it, you used to be a legend.” But c’mon, I’ve got a queue!

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